It was silly really the things that you remember, or perhaps silly the things that make you remember in the first place. It was sitting here at this desk a week ago today that Flora Corey had such a reminder.
It was Tuesday, the first in the month, she had noted as she entered the sugar purchased from the merchant into the household accounts. Scanning upward she noted with a whimsy that the last time she had bought sugar had been a Tuesday, the first of the month as well, intrigued she glanced back through the thick ledger there it was again and again. Shrugging her slim shoulders delicately the housekeeper dipped her pen back into the inkwell a small smile tugging at her lips at the thought of such odd occurrence. At least this month's delivery had passed better than the last, none of Walter's foolish footmen underfoot and causing mischief and earning the sharp side of her tongue. Of course William Forest had deserved her chastisement, racing Frederick through the house as if they were still in short trousers not fully grown men. Perhaps he hadn't deserved the smarting clip round the ear but then she could excuse her own temper, it had after all been that time of the month...
It was that sudden flash of memory that had caused her hand to shake, and her poised pen to drop fat splodges of ink.
Now she sat here a week later her ledger sat open in front of her its crisp sheets waiting for her to mark the page and all she could do was smile ridiculously at the unsightly ink blotches. One delicately finger traced the obtuse shape while the other hand hovered hesitantly over her flat stomach. She hadn't been able to believe it, had kept telling herself all week she was imaging things, yet here it was an unsightly dark blue blob that confirmed she had not dreamed a thing. Gathering the book gently up in her arms, Flora cradled it to her, her proof.
Perhaps now would be a good time to tell Walter.... She could always show him the book if was unable to find the right words.